Downrigging began as a friendly sail down the Chester River in Maryland with two local tall ships…
…today parking was a little harder to find, though that lets you walk a few blocks through Chestertown’s historical district with its fabulous architecture. One of my Longship Company friends, Fred, educated us on the variations in colonial brickwork. I tripped everyone up every few strides as I stopped to take pictures. I have a digital camera (the good thing is you can take lots of pictures… the bad thing is… you can take lots of pictures), and a good old Canon with a mighty lens of epic zoom. I loaded it with one precious roll of 200 speed film and carefully guarded each shot.
Today music rang out from the steam calliope boat, from the hurdy gurdy guy. Masts lined the waterfront. We got fish and chips on the dock and climbed aboard a riverboat, rocking in the chop, to eat and look out across the sunlit river and sleek sailing vessels of all sizes.
I boarded the doughty skipjack Elsworth, built in 1901. She used to ply the Bay for oysters; skipjacks are simple, the kind of boat kids draw when they draw a “sailboat”. They’re also easy to sail (crew of three), you needed a boat that took care of itself because you were busy pulling up the oyster dredge.
We set out in the midst of a floating timeline, a TARDIS of epic proportions.
the mainsail goes up like ocean water on Elsworth
Elsworth’s main in full sail
some tough kayakers keep pace with Elsworth
light fills Kalmar’s square rigged sails
Pride of Baltimore II seen past Elsworth’s boom
Downrigging Weekend Downrigging began as a friendly sail down the Chester River in Maryland with two local tall ships...